Sweaty Jenny

(I wrote this based on something I heard a friend say, taken completely out of context. It was Jenny's second line, liberally)

William hated speed dating. As he walked into the room, he asked himself, "Why do I always come to these things? I never meet anyone I like." Twelve women, each of whom William wound sit down and talk to for ten minutes - one-hundred twenty minutes of his life that William knew he'd never get back. 

Christina, Andrea, Susan, Lulu, Jackie - five names beside which William checked the "no" box. He sat down at Jenny's table and began mentally counting down the ten minutes. 

"If you could only tell me one thing about yourself, what would it be?" asked William. He tended to ask questions in a grandiose and intimidating way in order to keep people at arm's length, especially at singles events. 

Jenny was not one to be intimidated. Looking him square in the eye, she said, "I sweat a lot. Even when I'm taking a cold shower, I'm sweating."

William was pretty sure this was a joke, but Jenny wasn't laughing. Joke or not, William was disgusted. He ran out the ten minutes exchanging as few words as possible and avoiding eye contact at all costs. A shame, he thought, because she does have beautiful eyes. Afterwards he placed a large, bold X in the "no" box next to her name. 

Kathryn, Annie, Nikki, Olivia, Claire, Alicia - six more X's taking their places in "no" boxes. Twelve "no"s, which William had taken to calling a perfect score. He gave the list one last glance. 

His eyes caught on Sweaty Jenny. He was disgusted. However, he was also intrigued. As the time had gone on, he found that he was actually becoming less disgusted and more intrigued. He changed his "no" to a "yes." Perhaps it was time to try something courageous and new. Perhaps it was time to give Sweaty Jenny a chance. 

(I wrote this based on something I heard a friend say, taken completely out of context. It was Jenny's second line, liberally)

William hated speed dating. As he walked into the room, he asked himself, "Why do I always come to these things? I never meet anyone I like." Twelve women, each of whom William wound sit down and talk to for ten minutes - one-hundred twenty minutes of his life that William knew he'd never get back. 

Christina, Andrea, Susan, Lulu, Jackie - five names beside which William checked the "no" box. He sat down at Jenny's table and began mentally counting down the ten minutes. 

"If you could only tell me one thing about yourself, what would it be?" asked William. He tended to ask questions in a grandiose and intimidating way in order to keep people at arm's length, especially at singles events. 

Jenny was not one to be intimidated. Looking him square in the eye, she said, "I sweat a lot. Even when I'm taking a cold shower, I'm sweating."

William was pretty sure this was a joke, but Jenny wasn't laughing. Joke or not, William was disgusted. He ran out the ten minutes exchanging as few words as possible and avoiding eye contact at all costs. A shame, he thought, because she does have beautiful eyes. Afterwards he placed a large, bold X in the "no" box next to her name. 

Kathryn, Annie, Nikki, Olivia, Claire, Alicia - six more X's taking their places in "no" boxes. Twelve "no"s, which William had taken to calling a perfect score. He gave the list one last glance. 

His eyes caught on Sweaty Jenny. He was disgusted. However, he was also intrigued. As the time had gone on, he found that he was actually becoming less disgusted and more intrigued. He changed his "no" to a "yes." Perhaps it was time to try something courageous and new. Perhaps it was time to give Sweaty Jenny a chance. 

Sweaty Jenny